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Scum of the earthly, I plug into that one plus one equals 13 Summer of love, sleep under a murder of crows They sorta circle his lawn, pokin' at serpents and skulls Workin' a curious beak, he's seekin' mercy on his virtuous bones We see this ain't the type of jury that votes I know you tryin' to find a little bit of math in your misfortune Miss him with the supernatural, there has to be some order There has to be some more to hoarding rabbits feet and wishbones Horseshoes over door-frames, Feng Shui, fishbowls Plant life dies when I bop through the glade Docs lose hope, popes burst into flames, I'm the worst Crashed out crown made of black clouds Troll-face roll snake eyes from a glass house Passionately waiting in a sea of cursed funk I'm a vacationing Brady with a tiki, surf's up If anybody out there, show me a sign Leaders of the free world blowin' on dice We load our bowls, we close our eyes My bed got two wrong sides and a yawning Dreamcatcher full of me falling, it's haunting No causality, back the bad juju It's act of irrationality, brash and a tad cuckoo at last A little superstition stupify the hoard Treating reasonable Morms like warriors to unhorse Letras de cancionesThere is no amount of tourmalated quartz That would counter the disturbance in the force, seeing doors Flip a quarter ten times, count ten times tails The four leaves fail, live from the slime trail Where luck is a white whale, love is a work of fiction Amity is a service sold outside his jurisdiction Sure, his mercy is a myth in all the worlds there ever were It send a curious insurgent to an early sepulcher And that sucks, foxhole crashed My two lucky socks don't match My Hanzo's scratched If anybody out there, show me a sign Leaders of the free world blowin' on dice We load our bowls, we close our eyes Ayy, when you wish upon a barn star Deliver us from "nyuck, nyuck" and "hardy-har-har" Deliver shady Lady Luck from the dark arts She turn a basic straight shooter to a card shark, quick I'm writing from the plight of the godless Where pagans swap piety for shinier objects And pretend to be a perfect pile of science and logic Though it hasn't got us any less divided and conquered, look The rock shock still knock on wood No shame, still aim for the top of the food...chain My lucky sevens only ever make it up to six Every three tries, Satan kind of wins Untied shoes alive on a wild goose The winner is unrelenting, the kindling is fireproof Got a face for radio, break a mirror every morn' Turn seven years into seven more, it's yours If anybody out there, show me a sign Leaders of the free world blowin' on dice We load our bowls, we close our eyes From Letras Mania